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Valentine from a Soldier(8)

By:Makenna Jameison


Ryan’s tongue thrust into my mouth again, and I let him explore as he slowly made love to me. The feeling of him inside me, filling me up, was turning me on all over again. He gently rocked against me, and I was relaxing into the rhythm of our lovemaking when the base of his penis suddenly brushed up against my sensitive nerves as he plunged deeper. I gasped, feeling the beginning of a second orgasm starting to form. Ryan lowered his head so that his lips brushed against my neck. “Mmmm, you like that?” he whispered softly. He gave another powerful thrust, and I gasped as he again came into contact with my fleshy nub. He began to rock his hips faster, thrusting into me again and again. I was powerless to control any of our movements in this position as he kept up his new unrelenting pace. The feeling of his length and girth inside of me was overwhelming, and each powerful thrust sent me spiraling toward ecstasy. As he filled me up over and over, I was soon crying out his name.

“Ryan,” I panted, holding on tightly to his strong shoulders as he hardened more and finally came as well.

He began to slow down until he had stopped moving completely and was holding me tightly against the door. He lifted his head, his blue eyes piercing into mine. “I want to make love to you all night long,” he said gruffly, brushing his lips against mine.

“Does that mean you’re staying over?” I teased.

A new trace of lust was present in his eyes, and I could feel him start to harden again, already inside of me. “Absolutely.”





Chapter 3




I shivered and snuggled closer to the warmth beside me. I was freezing, but for some reason the other side of my bed felt so amazingly warm. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I awoke with a start, remembering that I wasn’t alone in my bed. It was hard to remember the last time I’d slept so well, and I knew it was partly from our amazing lovemaking session last night and partly from the comfort of falling asleep safe in Ryan’s arms.

He kissed my bare shoulder, and his hand trailed down my front, softly running over my breasts and coming to a rest on my bare stomach. “I like sleeping with you,” he whispered softly.

“Oh really? Why don’t I find that surprising?” I teased.

“Well, I like having sex with you—that’s a given after last night. But I like sleeping with you, too. You’re soft and warm—it feels good holding you in my arms.”

I relaxed back against him, knowing I felt the same way. “I like it, too,” I said softly.

We lay there a moment in quiet contentment, with Ryan’s large frame wrapped around me. He buried his face in my hair, like he didn’t want to let me go. It felt sweet and different from the passionate night that we’d shared—like he was my boyfriend holding me close and not a guy I would probably never see again.

“Your flight’s at 11:00,” he said quietly.

“What?” I asked, confused, turning to face him.

“The concierge called the room earlier. They said they were able to find a flight out for you.”

“Oh,” I replied, suddenly feeling crestfallen. I couldn’t wait to fly home yesterday, and now I couldn’t imagine leaving.

“Want me to order breakfast while you get ready?” he asked, his voice deep.

“Sure, let’s have breakfast together,” I answered, gazing into those blue eyes.

“First things first though.” He brushed my hair aside and lowered his lips to my neck, planting kisses slowly up it until he finally reached my mouth. His hand trailed down from my stomach, landing much farther below it and reminding me of what it had felt like to be with him last night. I wondered if we’d even have time for breakfast.

***

Although I was no expert at one-night-stands, I didn’t think that you were supposed to fall for the guy you’d slept with. I wanted to cry when Ryan dropped me off at the airport. It was kind of silly for him to ride in the cab along with me, simply prolonging our inevitable goodbye, but he’d insisted, and I didn’t have the strength in me to tell him not to. I wanted to spend a few more precious minutes together as much as he had. As we stood by the check-in counter, right before I went through airport security, I wanted to imagine that I was leaving for a quick trip and would be coming home again soon. Coming back to Ryan. I knew I was probably just head-over-heels in lust from an amazing night spent together—an amazing morning as well, if I must admit. But as he brushed his thumb against my lips and tenderly kissed me goodbye, it was hard to imagine that I’d never see him again. People didn’t just meet like this and have such a great connection and spark only to be separated a short time later.